How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command
How bright is the medical torch
When it's put in our hand
My microbes and I
Can't wait to lay down and die
We realise that we must be spent
Like the cells that dissolve when a brainwave is sent
How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command
My bloodgroup and me
A body of soldiers are we
To the wound we quickly flowed
And we fought with the weapons in our
Chemical code
How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command
1 | Intro (Comshell 5) |
2 | Future shock |
3 | Global warming |
4 | B.o.h.i.c.a |
5 | Parricide |
6 | Reap what you sow |
7 | The underworld |
8 | The 'hood |
9 | Living good |
10 | Gone shooting |